Threesome (Three Erotic Novellas in One)
Melissa Constantine
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Copyright 2011 Melissa Constantine
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Missionary Position Part One: Lost Cherry
Missionary Position Part Two: Getting Down to Business
Missionary Position Part Three: Graded on a Curve
Missionary Position Part Four: Woman Seeks Same
Bite Harder Chapter One: The New World
Bite Harder Chapter Two: The Daily Grind
Bite Harder Chapter Three: Burke
Bite Harder Chapter Five: Unknowable Gods
Also Available—Licorice Whipped: Raunchy Tales
Laura went to the window and looked out at the glittering lights of Prague laid out beneath her. From her vantage point—an executive suite at the Hotel InterEurope, which towered over the ancient city below—it looked almost like a scene from a storybook. She could imagine herself riding on horseback through the city squares, down the narrow cobbled streets, across the bridges as the Vltava River flowed through the city.
She stepped back and examined her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows that ran the length of the room. As she shifted her weight foot to foot, the image of her nude body loomed and faded in the glass, blending with the reflected light of the lamps and the glow from the fireplace. She had to say, she looked pretty good. She ran her hands over her hips and down her thighs, then up over her flat stomach to her chest. Not bad at all, she thought, cupping her breasts and lifting them slightly, admiring their fullness in the reflection. At twenty-five, Laura still had the taut, firm breasts that she’d had for years, and her exercise routine kept her in excellent shape. Certainly good enough for this, she thought.
Almost as if on cue, there was a knock at the door and she heard a muffled “Room service,” in heavily accented English. Laura moved to the bed and picked up the thick hotel robe she’d laid out—she was pretty sure that she recognized the voice on the other side of the door, but she couldn’t afford to take chances. Her contact had warned her that the InterEurope staff was unusually professional and that only one room attendant had been identified as susceptible to her plan. She wrapped the robe around herself as she went to the door and looked through the peephole.
It was Dominik. Laura unlocked the door and opened it wide.
“Miss Harper, good evening,” he said as he entered the room, pushing a large cart laden with covered plates.
Laura let out a little giggle. “Dominik, when a woman invites you into her room, you should call her by her first name,” she said, letting the door close. “Call me Monica.”
Dominik smiled. “Good evening, Monica,” he said as he pushed the cart next to the desk and began to unload the cart, lifting lids to reveal a steak covered in mushrooms and onions, a bowl of freshly cut fruit, a thick slice of cheesecake buried under strawberries, and a bottle of Champagne. “I just need you to sign here,” he said, turning back to Laura and handing her the bill.
“Of course,” she said, and as she reached to take it, she let go of her robe, allowing it to fall open slightly and reveal her nude body beneath. Laura took her time examining the check, slowly swaying back and forth, her robe like a red flag in front of a bull. She took a deep breath and thrust out her chest, causing the robe to slip aside further.
“Dominik, there’s a problem here,” she said. “This doesn’t list everything that I need,” she said, and she raised her eyes to meet his gaze. He was a good-looking guy, she thought as she studied his face. I wonder if this has happened to him before? In the movies, guys delivering room service were frequently seduced by lonely guests. Well, in porn movies, anyway.
“Can you give me what I need?” she asked, letting the robe fall from her shoulders. Now entirely nude in front of him, she crossed to him and took him by the hand, pressing it against her breast. His touch was unexpectedly tender—she would have taken him for a rough-and-tumble sort of guy, but he was slow and gentle as he caressed her breasts. Laura pulled him close and kissed him, flicking her tongue out to tease his lips and finding his tongue in return as he pressed against her; she could already feel the stiffening outline of his cock pressing against her stomach as she grabbed his hips and pulled him toward her. She ran her hands all over, locating his key card in the front pocket, and she dropped to her knees in front of him.
“Dominik, you still haven’t said if you can give me what I need,” she said, undoing his belt. She unbuttoned his pants and began to unzip him. “Can you give it to me?”
“You—you can have anything you want,” he babbled. Laura smiled up at him as she pulled his pants down to his knees.
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” she said, pulling his underwear down and freeing his cock, which nearly slapped her in the face. He was bigger than she’d expected—Dominik was on the shorter side, with a slim build, and she’s just assumed that he wouldn’t be packing much. Guess that shows me, she thought as she grasped his shaft. He was already getting hard and only grew more so as she lightly stroked his cock, tracing her fingers over his hard length. She loved the feel of a cock in her hands; there was something about the soft, smooth skin containing the hard mass within that she was fascinated by, and as she slowly ran her fingers up and down his cock she felt a tremor of pleasure run through her body. Laura leaned closer and flicked her tongue out to the head of his penis, lightly brushing against the tip and making Dominik’s legs quiver. She stared up at him as she again ran her tongue around the glans, bathing it in saliva.
“Can I take you inside my mouth?” she asked.
“Yes, please do it,” he said, his voice intense and almost uncontrolled.
Laura stretched her jaw wide and brought his cock into her mouth, letting it glide over her tongue until she had him entirely inside and her nose was tickled by the hair on his groin. She backed off slowly, sucking hard as she did so, letting him feel the strong pull of her mouth as she withdrew him.
“Did you like that?”
He was speechless, but he nodded as ragged breaths escaped his chest.
“Good,” Laura said. “Now we’re going to have a lot more fun, but I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything.”
She motioned with her head toward the bathroom. “I only sleep with very clean men, so you have to go take a nice long shower and get washed up,” she said. “You don’t mind, do you?” she asked before running her tongue up the length of his cock.
“No, it’s okay,” Dominik said, and he hurriedly got undressed. Laura waited until the bathroom door was closed and she heard the shower start, and then she was a flurry of action.
She grabbed his key card from his pants and raced to the closet, whipping the door open and flipping up the lid of a small suitcase on the floor. Inside were several pairs of latex gloves, and she quickly put some on before snatching up a small plastic bag containing a portable hard drive.
She ran to the bathroom and put her ear against the door. She heard nothing but the sound of splashing water. Perfect. Laura quickly crossed to the door and glanced through the peephole, seeing only an empty hall, and she quietly eased the door open. Nobody was around, and the mark was not scheduled to arrive for another thirty minutes. Plenty of time.
Laura gathered her robe tightly around herself and dashed into the hall, running quickly to a room three doors down. With Dominik’s key card, she was inside in a flash, and thankfully her contacts were correct: the room was dark and she was alone. Laura risked a little light in the closet and quickly punched in the 13-digit override code to the safe, feeling a familiar thrill as she heard the bolts slide away and the door of the safe fell ajar.
Inside the safe she found the usual uninteresting collection: cash, the mark’s passport, a dress watch. She also saw that he had stashed a few tiny, unopened jars of boutique jam in the safe as well, apparently too ashamed to have the maids see it, but not beneath having taken them from the hotel restaurant in the first place. It was funny how often she had seen people do that. Laura pushed aside the items in the safe and found what she was searching for: a twin to the hard drive that she had brought to the room. She examined it closely to make sure that it was an exact match, and silently thanked her contacts; it was a perfect copy, except that hers would now inexplicably wipe out the next computer network it was attached to, while the one she was retrieving contained files that had been stolen from an American defense contractor a month earlier, as well as the identities of the thieves. Shouldn’t have poked the bear, she thought as she keyed in the safe’s reset combination and quickly exited the room.
Laura raced down the hall back to her own room and had just closed the door behind her when she heard the shower turn off. She ran to the closet and dropped the hard drive into her suitcase, stripped off the latex gloves, stepped out of her robe and had just replaced Dominik’s key card when the bathroom door opened and he emerged, entirely naked and still rock-hard.
Laura was a bit flush and breathing hard from her escapade, but it was useful given the circumstances.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said as she crossed to him, grabbing him by the cock and leading him to the bed, where she pushed him down onto his back.
She straddled him, again taking his cock in her hands.
“I want to be inside you,” he said, reaching up to squeeze a tit hard, grabbing a nipple between his fingers, and shooting one hand down between her legs. He rubbed her hard, his finger roughly pushing aside her pussy lips and dipping into her slit.
“Whoa, not so fast,” she said, laying her hand on his wrist. “First you need to warm me up,” she said, and she dropped onto the bed by his side. “I think you need to kiss it and make it feel better.” She turned onto her back and spread her legs for him, exposing her freshly shaved pussy. Dominik moved between her legs and slowly lowered his head, gently kissing her inner thighs as he descended.
“Dominik,” Laura said, and he raised his head to look at her. “I appreciate that you’re clearly a gentleman and you’re trying to be romantic, but I’m kind of pressed for time. Could you hurry things up?”
“What do you mean?”
She grabbed him by the back of his head. “Lick that pussy,” she said, forcing his head down and against her crotch. As he began to run his tongue up and down her slit, she closed her eyes and tried to put everything else out of her mind. She so rarely had the chance to enjoy sex that she was determined to make the most of her time with Dominik, regardless of the fact that having completed her mission, she was already supposed to be on her way to the airport. She spread her legs even wider, and he thrust his tongue deeply inside, plunging it into her depths.
Now that’s what I’m talking about, she thought. She sighed deeply as Dominik began to trace her slit up and down, his tongue creating a slick road up to her clit, which he gently took between his lips and began to suckle. Laura felt herself growing wetter and wetter as his tongue mixed her juices with his saliva; she pulled her legs up to her chest, lifting her butt off the bed as he drank from her sweet tunnel.
Dominik began to kiss her lower and lower, gently biting and sucking on the soft skin of her buttocks. His tongue snaked out and brushed her softly between the ass cheeks, sending fresh thrills through her and putting her nipples at attention again.
“Fuck, that’s sweet,” she muttered as he tongued her ass. “But get up here,” she said. “I want you inside me now.”
He rose with a grin and moved between her legs, his cock rock-hard and ready to dive in. Laura reached down between her legs and spread her lips for him, dipping a finger into her slit before drawing it back. Yes, definitely ready, she thought as her finger plunged in and eased out of her wet hole.
Dominik moved closer and eased the tip of his cock into her pussy, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head from pleasure as he slid into her slick flesh. He pushed himself in and began to rock his hips, letting his cock almost slip out before pushing back in again and grinding himself against her clit.
“Monica, you have such a hot pussy,” he said. He slipped a hand underneath her and gripped her ass tightly, as if to press all of her together around his hard rod. She felt the walls of her pussy grip at him as he drove himself in and out, the delicious friction sending shivers through her body and stiffening her nipples.
Dominik set his mouth loose to roam over her chest, sucking her flesh in as he worked his cock in and out, and Laura could feel a wave building up inside her. She took her hands to her chest and cupped her tits, feeding herself to him as he stretched his jaw wide and tried to take her all in. His tongue, roughly brushing over her hard nipples, felt amazing as he filled her up.
“Just like that,” she whispered as his mouth latched onto her breast again. “I want those tits in your mouth.” She slipped a hand down onto his ass and pulled him to her in rhythm; she was nearing the edge, ready to finally let go and slide into a blissful orgasm, when her phone rang on the nightstand. Not the phone she’d been using here in Prague, her locally bought phone that helped her blend in like a local. It was her work phone.
“Goddammit,” she said under her breath.
“Just let it go,” he said.
“I can’t,” she said, reaching one arm out and grabbing her phone. “This is important. You keep going,” she ordered him, and he resumed his thrusts while she examined the screen. It was Serena. Perfect timing, Laura thought as she stabbed the TALK button.
“Hello?”
“Laura, the trace shows you still in the hotel,” her boss said. “Why haven’t you departed for the airport yet?”
“I’m about to,” she said. “I’m just finishing up something.” She reached down and grabbed Dominik’s hip, pulling him tightly to her as he jammed his cock inside.
“Well, you’d better hurry up,” Serena said. “We’re watching your target leave now; he’ll be back at the hotel in under ten minutes, and you’d better be gone by then, just in case.”
Dammit, Laura thought. “I understand,” she said, now pushing against Dominik’s hip to slow his thrusts. “I’ll be out of here in three minutes.” She ended the call and looked Dominik in the eye.
“Sorry, I’ve got to go,” she said. Laura slid out from under him and quickly got dressed, glancing at the clock as she buttoned her blouse. It had been one minute since Serena’s call. It would be another minute for her to grab her things and get to the elevator—thank God she had packed beforehand—and another minute to get down to the lobby and out into the street. Three minutes to get out? Easy.
Dominik rolled over and let the sheet fall away from his lap, his stiff cock still pointing skyward.
“Monica, come on,” he said, wiggling himself like a shaky flagpole. “You can’t leave me like this. I gave you a good time, now come finish me off.”
Laura stooped to both pick up her shoe and kiss his cheek. “Dominik, you’re sweet but don’t overestimate yourself,” she said. “You didn’t quite capture my flag, know what I mean? I’d say we’re even.”
“Oh,” he said as his cheeks flushed. He covered himself with the sheet, creating a tent in his lap.
“But I had fun,” Laura added quickly. She grabbed her bag and purse and stepped to the door. “See you around,” she called before stepping out into the hall and jogging to the elevator. Fortunately, a car was waiting and opened for her as soon as she pressed the button, so after a quick ride down to the lobby she was out of the hotel before the mark’s car had even arrived.
Another successful mission, she thought to herself as she walked around the corner to hail a cab. The ride to the airport was uneventful, and she passed through security easily as well. Soon she was nestled comfortably in her seat as the jet rumbled down the runway and lifted into the night, leaving behind only a falsified paper trail and a room service attendant with very blue balls. Just another day at the office, she thought before drifting off to sleep before they even brought around the in-flight meal.
The flight to Washington was long, exhausting and tiresome, even in business class. Laura had once enjoyed flying, but that was back before she joined the CIA, when she only traveled for fun. After it had become a permanent part of her professional life, she’d grown to hate it, and only the thought that she was being carried home made the flight remotely tolerable.
Regardless of whether she’d just arrived on an overnight flight and hadn’t had a chance to properly eat, rest or even shower, her boss had demanded an immediate meeting upon her arrival, so instead of heading home to her condo, she found herself taking a cab from Dulles airport to downtown Arlington, Virginia.
The Agency had its headquarters in Langley, of course, but found it more convenient to do much of its work in Arlington. The city was filled with nondescript office buildings that on the outside appeared to be accounting firms, public relations businesses, legal offices and so on; not for the first time, Laura thought how amazed people would be if they knew about all the freaky shit that the Agency was keeping tabs on just beyond those tinted windows and Venetian blinds.
She arrived at her address, and per protocol, waited at the curb until the taxi driver had departed. Once the cab was out of sight, she crossed the street and went to a different building, punching a code into the keypad by the door. A moment later she was strolling through the lobby, pausing only to peer into an iris scanner which automatically summoned the elevator for her once it had confirmed her identity.
Let’s hope this doesn’t take too long, she thought as she rode the elevator skyward. I really just want to get some rest.
Upon reaching the top floor, she got out of the elevator and made her way to her boss’s office. The secretary, a mousy, frumpy woman who nonetheless had won the Agency pistol shooting competition the year before, showed her in.
Laura’s boss had been standing at the window staring out at Arlington below, and was silhouetted against the glass as Laura entered. It was quite an image. Serena Jackson had been head of Red Light Ops for five years, and although she was a longtime public servant, she looked more like a lingerie model crossed with a sexy librarian. She was wearing a knee-length pencil skirt that showed off her legs nicely, black heels and a silk blouse that couldn’t conceal her ample chest.
“Laura, welcome home,” she said, giving Laura a quick hug. “Have a seat.”
Laura dropped into the chair and gratefully accepted a cup of coffee from the secretary, who had followed her in with some refreshments.
“Thanks,” Laura said. “So what’s up?”
Her boss watched as the secretary departed the office and closed the door behind her. Once they were alone, Serena reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a thin black folder.
“Trouble. That’s what’s up,” she said. “Ever been to San Sábado?”
“Nope,” she said. “You should know, I don’t have a lot of time for vacation.” San Sábado would have been a dream destination, if only her job would permit it. Sun, sand, and rum drinks made in coconuts? What wasn’t to like?
“Well, this won’t be any vacation. This is going to be a serious job,” Serena said. She pushed the folder across the desk to Laura. “This explains all the basics about the mission; read this and destroy it before you leave. In a nutshell, however, we have a problem with the president there, a guy named Alberto Vazquez. You’re going down there to make contact with his son Roberto, who is supposed to become the next president when his dad retires in January.”
“Why do we even care about San Sábado?”
“There hasn’t been much reason to care about it up until now,” Serena admitted. “It’s a hot little island with not much going on besides tourism. The beaches are wonderful, I have to say,” she said. “But now it’s turning into a transit point for druggies, weapons smugglers and so on. We’ve seen too many bad things heading our way via San Sábado and we want to shut it down. The problem is that the president there is in on everything. He takes a cut and lets things go through without a problem, so we’re going to flip the government before they let some real bad dudes come our way. But to do that we need to get some intelligence first.”
“And how are we going to do that?”
“Well, we’re in a real bind here. The Agency sent in Black Ops, but they were detected and neutralized. The security down there is a lot better than we’d anticipated. So they called up Red Light Ops, and now it’s up to us. Specifically, we need you on the job.”
“I understand. What’s the mission?”
“Nothing new. We just need you to set up a honey trap for Roberto Vazquez.”
Of course they need a honey trap, Laura thought. The oldest trick in the spy business—seduce the mark to get what you need. Offer a man free sex and he’ll pretty much give you everything you want, sooner or later.
“And what’s the goal?”
“We need to get some surveillance equipment into the National Palace,” Serena said. “As the incoming president, Vazquez will be able to get you in there, so get to him and you can get to the goal.”
“When do I leave?”
“This afternoon,” Serena said. “I’m sorry we can’t give you more time to rest up, but this is turning into a real flashpoint for the Agency. It’s now a matter of national security.”
Laura couldn’t help sighing. It sure would have been nice to spend a little time back home in the States, but she should have guessed that they’d need her to do something else. Sometimes it got a little tiring going around saving the world all the time.
“In fact, you have so little time to prepare that we’re having you keep the same cover,” Serena said. “It’s a little unorthodox, but you won’t have time to memorize a new persona. You’ll just remain Monica Harper for this mission.”
“Good, I was worried about that,” Laura said. “Who’s my contact in San Sábado?”
Serena smiled. “Oh, you’ll like him,” she said. “His name is Alex Grant. He’s been with the Agency for several years; do you know him?”
“No.”
“Well, he’s been alerted to meet you at the airport when you get there this evening,” she said. “You’ll like him. He’s a whiz at technical stuff and he’s easy on the eyes, believe me.”
“As long as he’s good at his job, that’s all I care about.”
Serena gave her a sad look. “Laura, you have to learn to think of a bit more than just your job sometimes. You’re a human being, not a machine.”
Laura returned a sad smile. “I know,” she said. “It just feels like it sometimes.”
Serena crossed to her and gave her a hug.
“My poor girl,” she said. “We’ve been working you to death. I promise, after this mission you’ll have a month in the office. No travel.”
“Are you serious?”
“Serious.”
Laura’s heart skipped. An entire month at home? Four weeks in a row? It was almost too good to be true, and she couldn’t help squeezing Serena tightly.
“Oh, that would be terrific! Thank you,” she said.
“My pleasure,” Serena said, and she pecked Laura on the cheek. Then, before Laura even knew what was happening, Serena kissed her on the mouth, letting her tongue glide over Laura’s lips and gently push inside before withdrawing.
“What was that about?” Laura asked.
“I just couldn’t resist,” Serena said, dropping her mouth down to kiss Laura on the side of her neck. “I just thought that since you’re so exhausted, maybe I could make you feel better.” She pulled Laura more closely to her and worked her way up from her neck, leaving a trail of kisses up over her cheek and finally reaching her mouth again.
Laura had to admit, it felt nice, and as Serena’s tongue pressed gently against her mouth, Laura parted her lips and let her own tongue meet the other woman’s.
“Just like old times,” Serena said. “I thought you’d forgotten.”
“How could I forget this?” Laura asked. “You look just as hot now as you did when we were together.” She slipped one hand into Serena’s thick hair and pulled her close, driving her tongue deep into her boss’s mouth. Serena’s hands slid around her waist, hugging her tightly before finding the zipper on Laura’s skirt. As she unzipped, Laura wriggled her hips, letting the fabric slide down and to the floor. Her blouse, bra and underwear soon followed.
“Goddamn,” Serena said, letting her eyes roam over Laura’s nude body. She quickly stepped to her desk and buzzed her secretary.
“Sarah, hold all my calls and I don’t want any visitors,” she said. “Laura and I have some old business we need to take care of.” Serena turned back to Laura. “Turn around for me,” she said.
Laura slowly turned, letting her boss’s eyes take in all of her curves. She reached down to unfasten her shoes.
“No,” Serena said quickly. “Leave the heels on. You are so fucking hot.” She quickly stepped over to Laura and hugged her from behind, her huge tits pressed firmly against Laura’s back. One hand ran up to cup Laura’s tit, another ran down over her tummy and tickled her pussy hairs. Laura could hear Serena’s breath grow deeper, and suddenly she felt her boss bite her on the back of the neck, sucking hard and flicking her tongue over her skin.
Serena squeezed Laura’s tits hard, letting the nipples slide in between her fingers, tweaking and pulling them gently, bringing them to life.
“There’s my girl,” Serena said, trailing her fingers over the erect nipples. “Did you miss mama?” She began to kiss Laura’s shoulders, her lips soft, warm and wet.
Laura felt a wave of heat begin to flow through her body. “I sure did,” she said. “Did you miss me?”
Serena brought one hand back and slid it down over Laura’s ass, down her inner thigh, and then back up to her groin. Her fingers found their target and began to gently glide over Laura’s pussy, softly rubbing her lips.
“Of course I did,” she said. “I missed these tits, this ass,” she said, wriggling a finger into Laura’s slit, “and this sweet little pussy, of course.” Laura had started to get aroused earlier, but Serena’s finger rubbing her between the legs only sped the process. She shifted her weight, spreading herself wider, and Serena now traced her wet slit easily, dipping her finger into the juices that were filling Laura’s pussy. She drove her finger deeply within, taking Laura’s breath away, then quickly withdrew and popped her finger in her mouth.
“Goddamn, that’s sweet,” Serena said, sliding her finger in and out between her lips, sucking it clean of Laura’s juice. “But before I get to that, I want some attention.” She took Laura by the hand and led her around the desk to an area that was furnished with a sofa, some chairs, and a coffee table with a tasteful flower arrangement. It was a very classy place to fuck a subordinate.
Serena quickly undressed, tossing her clothes onto a chair, and drew Laura into her arms. Even without heels, she would have been taller than Laura, but with her shoes she towered above her like an Amazon goddess.
Serena cupped her tits and held them out, offering them to Laura. “Get busy, girl,” she said, slipping one hand around Laura’s neck and pulling her close, pressing her face against her tits. Laura latched onto a nipple and sucked hard, pulling Serena’s flesh into her mouth, drawing in as much of her tit as she could.
Serena almost purred as Laura suckled on her tit. “That’s it,” she murmured, dropping her hand down to fondle Laura’s ass. Laura released the nipple from her mouth and moved to the other one, squeezing the already-hard bud between her lips and tickling it with her tongue.
Serena’s hands were now roaming all over Laura’s body, cupping her breasts, diving between her legs, dipping in between her ass cheeks. “Girl, you are making me so wet,” she said, taking Laura’s hand and shoving it between her legs. She wasn’t lying. As Laura rubbed her boss’s pussy, her fingers were immediately covered in Serena’s wetness.
“Honey, you’re so sticky down there,” Laura said. “I think somebody needs to clean that up.”
Serena got a wicked smile on her face and dropped onto the sofa, pulling a leg up to reveal her slit. “I think you’re right,” she said.
Laura got onto her knees and pushed Serena’s thighs further apart. As she did so, Serena’s pussy lips gently separated, like curtains rising at the beginning of a show. Laura dropped her face down to Serena’s lap and gently kissed the inside of each thigh, sucking gently at the warm skin. She let her tongue slip out between her lips and lightly dragged it over Serena’s pussy lips, sliding only a bit between them. Just a little taste to start with, she thought. Laura ran one finger up and down her boss’s slit, loving the feel of the warm flesh wrapping around her finger, stroking her pussy to coax out a reaction. She was rewarded with a low sigh of pleasure from Serena, which brought a smile to Laura’s face.
She grabbed Serena’s hips and brought her face close, now letting her tongue dive deeply, spreading the lips apart and sucking up the wetness within. Serena gasped and dropped a hand down to Laura’s head, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her face tightly against her pussy. Laura drove her tongue deep into Serena’s tunnel, lashing it against the walls of her pussy, drinking in all she could, letting her mouth flood with the sweet taste of the other woman before withdrawing and sliding her slick tongue up Serena’s groove to her clit. She encircled it with her lips and sucked gently.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Serena gasped. “Keep that up, right there,” she said, pushing herself against Laura’s face, grinding her wet slit over Laura’s mouth. Laura felt Serena’s fingers twist in her hair. She put everything else out of her mind and concentrated on keeping a rhythm, working her boss’s clit with broad strokes as if it were an ice cream cone.
“You naughty girl,” Serena growled, her teeth clenched. “I love how you eat pussy.”
Laura lifted her head slightly as she ran her tongue up and down the slit. Serena was lost in passion, her chest bright red from arousal, her hard little nipples pointing at the ceiling as Serena massaged her own tits. Seeing her boss like this was a hell of a turn on, and Laura felt herself growing wetter and wetter between the legs.
Serena reached down and swung one arm under her leg, pressing it to her chest.
“Give me something more, baby,” she said. “Finger my ass while you lick me.”
Laura slipped her middle finger into her mouth, letting it slide in and out like a thin dick. “You want me to finger-fuck your ass?” she asked, licking her lips as Serena’s eyes focused on her mouth.
Serena let out a shaky breath. “You know how I like it,” she said, scooting her hips forward.
Laura let the finger slide out of her mouth, now slimy with her saliva, and traced a line down Serena’s slit, dropping slowly lower and lower until she was pressing against the other girl’s ass. She could feel Serena’s asshole quiver under her touch, the thought of the impending pleasure sending a shiver through her, and she pushed gently forward.
“Oh, shit, that feels good.” Serena had thrown her head back, her neck arched as she squeezed her tits, flicking her fingers over her nipples. Laura began to slowly pump her ass, working her finger in and out. She dropped her mouth back down to Serena’s pussy, her tongue returning to the warm folds of flesh, and wrapped her lips around the clit. She gently sucked, tickling the stub with her tongue, and felt Serena’s hips buck.
“Just like that,” Serena said. “Don’t stop.” Laura felt Serena clench her asshole around her finger, tightening her grip as Laura drove in and out of her ass. Laura dipped her tongue deep into Serena’s pussy, savoring her taste as the other woman’s juices flooded her mouth. She slowly dragged her mouth up her slit, capturing Serena’s clit between her lips and teasing it with her tongue as she slipped a second finger into her ass.
“Goddamn, Laura,” Serena whispered, and Laura felt her thighs tremble. Laura sucked hard, massaging Serena’s stiff clit with her lips as she tried to keep a rhythm going with her fingers pumping her boss’s tight hole.
“I’m coming,” Serena said, and suddenly her speech dissolved into a series of whispered grunts, each throatier than the last. Her hips bucked and swayed as Laura worked her hand and mouth, driving Serena over the edge of lust until finally she was left gasping for breath. Laura gently withdrew her fingers and wiped her face; Serena’s juices had drenched her cheeks.
She moved up to give Serena a kiss, and her boss drank deeply from her mouth, savoring the taste of her own pussy on Laura’s lips.
“Now let’s see what we can do for you….oh, shit, is that the time?”
Laura turned her head to follow her boss’s gaze to the clock over the door. It was almost three.
“Laura, I’m so sorry,” Serena said. “Your flight’s at 4:15. You have to get to the airport,” she said, racing to her desk and grabbing the phone. “I’ll have a driver downstairs immediately—it’s going to be close but I think we can still make it.”
Laura quickly got dressed while Serena arranged the ride. Isn’t this always the way it goes, she thought as she slipped into her panties and replaced her bra. Can’t a girl catch a break once in a while?
“Okay, she’ll be right down,” Serena said, then hung up the phone. She came around the desk and waited for Laura to finish getting dressed, then quickly gave her a hug.
“I didn’t mean to get you all hot and bothered and send you out of here without getting you off,” she said. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
Laura leaned in for a final kiss.
“You better,” she said. Their tongues quickly played over each other, and Laura felt another wave of heat building up within her. She broke off the kiss reluctantly, her pussy throbbing with unreleased passion now, and grabbed her suitcase.
“Have a safe flight,” Serena called as Laura went to the door and stepped out. “And take a little time to enjoy the island if you can,” she heard as the office door closed behind her.
While she waited for the elevator, she took a moment to examine her reflection in the polished doors. Considering I’ve been going for about twenty-four hours straight, not too bad, she thought as the bell overhead sounded and the doors slid apart. Laura stepped in and moved to the back, resting against the wall. She had rushed out of Prague, been cooped up in an airplane for hours, rushed to the office and was now going to be cooped up in another plane, only to get right to work in San Sábado, most likely. Hungry, exhausted and frustrated, she thought. Not a great combination.
The descent to the street was a long one, and they had only passed eight floors when she had an idea. Laura’s hand snaked out and hit the emergency stop button, and the car glided to a stop between floors.
They’ll call soon, but I might have enough time. The elevator had a security camera, but it didn’t matter to her. Working in Red Light Ops had essentially removed all sense of shame and inhibitions, and she needed to finally get off.
Laura hiked up her skirt and slipped out of her panties. Her pussy was still drenched, and she slid a finger along her slit, pushing aside the lips as she traced her wet groove. This should have been Serena’s tongue, she thought as she fingered herself. Her memories raged with images of her fingers diving in and out of Serena’s ass, her lips wrapped around the other girl’s clit. Laura’s breathing grew deeper as she rubbed herself, and she quickly brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking off her own pussy juice. Sweet and salty together. Fuck, pussy is delicious, she thought as she dropped her hand back down.
She flicked a fingertip over her clit, tickling her little pearl. In her mind she saw Serena’s mouth hovering between her legs, dipping her tongue in between her pussy lips and sucking gently, then harder, her fingers diving deeply, her hands running all over her body.
Laura’s breathing grew ragged and her hand moved down, letting her fingers dip into the wet tunnel. She began to finger-fuck herself in earnest, and the elevator car was filled with a moist sucking sound. Almost there, she thought. Her nipples were hard inside her bra, and she imagined Serena taking each of them into her wet mouth and sucking hard, biting them gently like she surely remembered Laura loved.
Her fingers drove in and out, her palm now mashed against her clit, her entire hand sloppy with her juices now. Laura could feel a wave growing within her, pushing her along like a piece of driftwood on the water. She slipped her fingers out of her hole and trapped her clit between them, racing back and forth now as she felt herself going over the edge. Sweet fireworks went off between her legs as she came, and her low moans and grunts echoed in the elevator as her entire body shook. It was as if she’d been taken to another place, and when she came back to herself she was almost surprised to find herself in the elevator again, staring at herself in the reflective wall.
The elevator intercom buzzed. “Miss, do you need any help?”
Laura laughed. “No, not anymore,” she said. “I’m fine.” She pushed the emergency button again and the elevator resumed its downward journey while she quickly put on her underwear and straightened her clothing. By the time she reached the street, she was prim, proper and in a much better mood.
So I’m still hungry and exhausted, but no longer frustrated. Two out of three ain’t bad, she thought as she exited the building and got into the waiting car.
Dark chocolate. That’s the first thing that popped into her mind when Laura finally emerged from the customs lines at San Sábado International Airport and laid her eyes on Alex Grant. Serena had been right; he was easy on the eyes. She first saw him among the limo drivers, all with their little signs with passengers’ names on them, but Alex stood out among them. Not only because of his height—he was several inches taller than the average San Sábado resident—but he was, in a word, gorgeous. He looked like he should have been advertising cologne, not working for the government; his high cheekbones and shaved head gave him a sleek look that made Laura warm in her tummy. With his wide shoulders and trim waist, his body looked like an athlete’s, and as she approached him a smile crept onto her lips. He smiled in return, revealing his sparkling teeth, which were in beautiful contrast to his dark complexion. He’s like a big piece of dark chocolate, she thought. And I bet he’d be pretty sweet in my mouth too.
“Miss Harper?” he asked.
“That’s me,” she said. Well, kind of, she thought. It wouldn’t do to use her real name with so many people around. Airports were often thought of as fairly anonymous places, places you could blend into a crowd, but countries like San Sábado saw them as places where you could easily hide intelligence officers to hang around soaking up information.
“Right this way,” he said, taking her bag and leading her out of the terminal. They didn’t speak again until they were seated in the Suburban and he had started the engine. Then he turned to her and extended his hand.
“Hi, Laura,” he said. “I’m Alex Grant. This car is equipped with a scrambler, so as long as the engine’s running, we can speak freely.”
“Nice to meet you, Alex,” she said, letting her hand linger in his.
“It’s good to meet you too,” he said as he put the truck into gear and they began to roll. “Your reputation precedes you, of course; I’m happy that they sent you. Now we’ll be able to get the job done.”
Laura blushed in spite of herself. The nature of the work Red Light Ops did ensured that everybody in the Agency knew who she and her teammates were; nothing made the gossip rounds faster than stories about sex, even at the Agency. But the one saving grace was that the division produced damn good work over and over again, so they were known as much for their quality as for their methods.
“Well, I hope so,” she said. “Serena Jackson spoke very highly of you too, by the way.”
“She did? Aw, that’s nice,” Alex said. He steered them out of the airport parking lot and onto the highway; in the distance she could see the high-rise buildings peppering the city skyline. “So from what I understand you’re coming directly from Prague, right?”
“Yeah, I was just there yesterday,” she said. “Or maybe it was the day before…or even today. Honestly, I’m so jet-lagged I don’t even know what day it is anymore.”
He laughed. “Well, I’ve got some bad news then. We’re on the job in about five hours,” he said, glancing at his watch. “But the good news is that after we get to the hotel and I show you some of the equipment we’ll be using, you’ll be able to rest for a couple of hours before we go to work.”
“That’s actually the best news I’ve heard all day,” she said, already imagining herself taking a hot shower and getting some sleep. She turned to admire the green landscape as they approached the capital, and after a short drive they arrived at their hotel.
After arriving in her room, Laura found it difficult to pay close attention to everything Alex was saying. There were too many things drawing away her focus: the huge bed was beckoning to her, the view from her balcony showed the immaculate beach and sparkling sea below, and of course Alex himself was another beautiful distraction. After letting her unpack a few things and rest for a couple of minutes, he’d launched into a description of the gear he had for her, although she was tempted to just tune out his voice and concentrate on the way his lips and tongue moved as he talked. Very tempted. Still, she had work to do, and she reluctantly forced herself to pay attention to more than just what he looked like.
“And this room is where we want you to try to bring Vazquez,” he was saying. “I prepared the room earlier today for when you get him up here. Alex stood up and went to the television across from the bed.
“See anything odd about the TV?”
She stared at it for a moment. It looked like a mid-sized flat screen TV, just like any other you’d find in any high-end hotel around the world.
“No. Am I supposed to see anything?”
“Not if I did my job right,” Alex said with a smile. “When you get Vazquez up here, his security guys are sure to sweep the room for bugs, but they won’t find any.”
“You’re not going to be monitoring the room?”
“Oh, I am, they just won’t find this,” he said, pointing at the TV.
Laura stared at him dumbly. Man, this jet lag is a killer, she thought. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Alex laughed. “No worries,” he said. “This is bleeding-edge stuff the Agency just came up with. The room has no bugs of the traditional type at all. There’s nothing to find as far as that goes.” He reached to the corner of the TV screen and pinched his fingers together; in a moment he had pulled what looked like a sheet of plastic wrap free from the screen.
“This,” he said, “is the camera itself.”
“That plastic wrap is a camera?”
“It is. Captures audio, video and still images up to nine megapixels. They call it optic wrap and it’s almost invisible when it’s attached to glass. The transmitter is in the remote control, and I’ll be watching everything from just down the hall.”
He’ll be watching everything, Laura thought. Good thing I’ve been working out.
“So after I seduce Vazquez and get him back here, what’s the plan?”
Alex carefully put the optic wrap back on the screen, smoothing out the edges until it had disappeared. “We’ll record some stuff here in case we need it for blackmailing him later,” he said. “But the real goal is to get you into the National Palace to leave some microphones in his office. Or ideally, the President’s office. We need intelligence and we haven’t been able to get much so far, but here’s hoping you succeed where we’ve failed so far.”
“I’ll give it my best shot,” she said. “So how do we arrange a meeting?”
“That will hopefully be the easy part,” he said. “Vazquez visits the same strip club every night. Place called Titanium. We’re going there tonight.”
“Sounds fun already.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,” he said. “It’s a high-class place. They have only the best whores,” he added with a grin. “I’ll be sending you in there with this,” he said, unzipping his bag and pulling out a GPS unit.
“I’m going to need a GPS? Just how big is this place?”
“It only looks like a GPS,” he said, turning it on. He pointed the end of the power cord at her and turned the unit around. She saw her own face onscreen.
“The power cord has a miniature camera embedded,” he said. “You’ll be just another tourist with a GPS, nobody should question that. But if you can, get some footage of Vazquez. We can use every bit of information you can obtain.”
“Am I supposed to approach him tonight?”
“No,” Alex said. “Tonight is only for observation. I want you to get familiar with the club and just watch him. Try to get some idea of how he acts while he’s there; that will give us some ideas for how to make contact tomorrow.”
“I understand,” she said, fighting back a yawn.
Alex stood up and pulled a small purse out of his bag. “You need to get some rest for a while,” he said. “I’ll come get you at 9:30. In the meantime, check out the rest of the things in here,” he said, handing her the purse, “and get some shuteye and some food. Room service does a pretty good job with the steak sandwiches.”
It turned out that Alex was right about the food. She managed to stay awake long enough to eat and then collapsed onto the bed for a quick nap. It seemed like she barely closed her eyes before the wakeup call roused her, and she quickly got up and put on a tasteful, sexy but understated dress. She normally enjoyed showing off what she had, but tonight’s assignment would require her to blend into the background a bit—it wouldn’t do for Vazquez to take an interest in her before she was ready for him.
She took some time to glance through the other items in purse as well; Alex had given her a selection of standard-issue Agency goodies. She selected a necklace and pendant which not only matched the gold accents in her dress, but which contained a microphone so that Alex would be able to listen in on her while she was in the club. The other things—pieces of surveillance equipment, weapons and tools—might come in handy later on too.
Promptly at 9:30, Alex came for her and they rode across town to Titanium. As they passed, they could see a line of people standing in front of the club, while a huge bouncer stood outside the door. Alex turned the corner, out of sight of the club, and pulled over.
“Good luck,” he said. “I’ll be listening in on you just in case.”
“Thanks,” Laura said. “I’m sure everything will be fine.” She hopped out of the car and rounded the corner, walking right by the line of people hoping to get into the club.
“Hello,” Laura said, flashing her surefire smile as she stepped toward the club door.
The doorman threw his arm up, blocking her way. “Sorry,” the doorman said. “You have to be a member to get in.”
Laura was dumfounded. With tits like hers, she had never had trouble getting into any club around the world before tonight.
“Are you sure?” she asked, quickly digging into her purse. She pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, slowly and carefully folding it so that the doorman could clearly see it. “I think I’m supposed to get in tonight.” She reached out and slipped her hand into his pocket, running her hand along his thigh as she deposited the money.
He smiled.
“Sorry,” he said. “My mistake.” He stepped aside and pushed the door open wide.
Laura grinned at him and stepped into the club, the music immediately washing over her as she made her way down the short hall. The club was large and not yet overcrowded, but then it was only ten o’clock. Scattered throughout the large room were platforms with stripper poles, and several of them were being put to use by curvy San Sábado beauties, mesmerizing the men who were seated around them.
Laura made her way to the bar and ordered a tonic with lemon. As she sat there sipping her drink, she studied the room. Titanium was a flashy, polished club that blended a genuine sense of style with the promise of full-spread pussy and backroom blowjobs. The club was decorated in warm brown, from the leather of the furniture to the mahogany of the long bar, and vibrant red, from the splashy artwork that lined the walls to the lingerie that the dancers quickly shed and threw into the crowd. Along the back wall were ten doors, apparently leading to private suites; Laura watched as couples periodically passed through the doors, only to return outside after fifteen or twenty minutes with smiles on their faces. The club oozed money and sex. Feels like home, Laura thought. So far, so good.
Her gaze was caught by a wave of burly men dressed in identical black suits that suddenly flooded in from the hall; the seven or eight guys quickly made their way around the club, inspecting everything and everyone there. Laura could feel the hairs rise on the back of her neck. 4S is here, she thought. She would have recognized a government security guy a mile away, even if it weren’t for the general-issue clothing and earpiece. They were all built like bulls, and they moved through the club only searching for things they didn’t like—packages that shouldn’t have been there, patrons that needed to leave. A few unlucky guys were swept up and escorted out, and a few minutes later, Roberto Vazquez entered the club.
She watched as he made his way across the floor, stopping here and there to admire a dancer, throwing handfuls of bills at girls he evidently particularly liked. The girls particularly liked him too; as he passed, each of them ignored the other men around them and worked themselves just for Vazquez, offering their tits cupped in their hands, athletically spreading their legs to reveal their slits for him, sliding around the stripper poles and offering Vazquez their backsides, all in exchange for the cash he threw their way.
As he walked, it was like he was magnetic: club girls glommed onto him as he passed, and by the time he reached the large table in the corner of the room, he had attracted eight or nine of them. It looked like an advertisement for multiculturalism; like so many strip clubs, Titanium had girls from every corner of the earth to satisfy every desire, and Vazquez was now sitting between a black girl with shockingly red lipstick and a Chinese girl who was busily rubbing her huge tits against his arm. The others seemed to cover every other sort of ethnicity Laura could have imagined.
Soon waitresses were running back and forth between Vazquez’s table and the bar, ferrying iced champagne bottles, tall and colorful umbrella drinks, and multicolored martinis for the thirsty group. As Laura watched the group, Vazquez and the Chinese girl began to get friendly, and before she knew it, the girl was in his lap, grinding herself against him, her tits in his face. Vazquez slipped her top down and began to suckle at her nipples, only stopping to kiss the black girl, who had leaned in to join in the fun.
For an hour, she sat there watching Vazquez as he put the girls through their paces, occasionally calling over one of the 4S guards to whisper something; the guard would then escort one of the girls away and return with a different girl who had caught Vazquez’s eye. Soon his taste was clear; of the several girls that were now at the table, nearly all of them had short dark hair and milky skin. Laura made a mental note of that as she watched a slim young thing with a pixie cut grinding away on Vazquez’s lap.
“Now you are a beautiful woman,” Laura heard at her side as she felt somebody’s hand on her forearm. She glanced away from Vazquez and his whores to see a silver-haired man sitting next to her, his tanned hand on her arm, a gold chain around his throat, and his gut only slightly overhanging his belt. He looked like a man who had retired and moved here for the weather and weekly tennis games.
She reached over and removed his hand from her arm.
“That’s sweet of you to say,” Laura said.
He smiled, revealing an absurdly white set of veneers. “I think you’re sweet,” he said. “Tell me, do you taste sweet?”
“Ew,” she said, and turned her attention back to Vazquez’s table. Dammit, she thought. While she’d been distracted by this guy, Vazquez had apparently grown tired of lap dances and had decided to get some real action. He was leading the girl with the pixie cut to the row of private rooms that lined the back wall of the club. Ahead of them, one of the 4S thugs quickly moved to clear the way, popping his head into the end cabin to make sure it was clear before opening the door wide for Vazquez and the girl.
Before the door closed, Laura caught a glimpse of the interior—low lighting, a small bed and a bench, no visible decorations. But I guess you don’t go in there to look at the walls, she thought. Okay, time to move. She glanced around the club. At the opposite end of the dance floor, she spied a fat guy dressed in shorts and sneakers—undoubtedly an American tourist—heading for the row of private rooms, a young hottie on his arm. Midlife crisis, probably married with kids, here for the hookers, she thought, sizing him up immediately. Not that she cared. She only cared about the fact that he was heading for the last of the remaining private rooms—the one right next to the room Vazquez had just entered.
She grabbed her purse and hopped off the bar stool, laying her hand on the arm of her rejected suitor.
“You know what, I’ve had a change of heart,” she said. “Come with me.”
“What? Really? What made you change your mind?”
“Look, either sit here alone or come with me and get your dick sucked,” she said. “Your choice.” She grabbed him and took off across the dance floor, stumbling through the crowd but arriving at the private room just before the fat guy and his hooker.
“Sorry,” Laura mumbled, pushing her partner into the room and following him in. She threw the deadbolt and set her purse on the bench in order to rummage through it. The silver fox was on her immediately, hugging her from behind, cupping her tits and rubbing his groin against her ass.